Well, reason is you get an abdominal USG they’ll see it and think sth is wrong. Then you barge in, all dressed in white, and correct the doctor by saying “my spleen being big is a side effect of my medication!” And then he calls an ambulance because it’s like 50x as big as it should be and defo not a medication issue
You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it—it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.
But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: “It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish.”
This is a shit hack. Poor cable management, raw edge on the opening, multiple branching splices into the feeder lines, and floating in a formless void presumably not anchored to anything. You better be glad I ain’t the OSHA man
I was just in another thread trying to think of what might come next after jeans and beans, and I’m just gonna assume that OP had a similar train of thought when he decided to post this.
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